"November"
by jmritz

Comment:
November, a poem.

And with joy Grappos wept,
the age had come and gone
and the sequinned blouses had closed
the air more still, the hunch returned.

On golden shores,
the ageless bathed,
yet the glittered nights had ended
and the windows shuttered,
the air more still, the hunch returned.

As modernity approached
and characters alighted from memory,
like rats from a sinking ship,
the air more still, the hunch returned.

The clues became too equivocal for me to pursue any longer.
by rooum

Comment:
The clues became too equivocal for me to pursue any longer
- A poem, Words by Blindjustice

As I set out on that unenviable task,
to know, or better yet to tell,
the official difference between Elbow and Ass,
I was daunted as proverbial hell.

And fearing no slight or daunt,
I persevered, unafraid.
Alone and Blind with stupidity's taunt
on my ignorant escapade.

And when I looked up, the
feeling became stronger,
The clues became too equivocal
for me to pursue any longer.

Late Night Taxi
by GeorgesBogaert

Comment:
The asphalt,
Alive with shadows and piss
And mystery steam
Impossibly warm and dense

The seats full of sweat
and lovers' perfume
a musky driver,
With unwanted breath and eyes

But you and I
We know its temporary
We go where we need to
In the late night taxi.

snow falling
by mariuca

Comment:
We are all snowflakes
Unique and cold
Edgy and crystalline
Waiting to melt
Into nothing.

the lady wore trousers
by Abra

Comment:
All things must pass.
She new it was true.
Time marches on.
The cliche was earnest.
There is no going back,
no rewinding the clock,
no return to ways of yore,
the cat was out of the bag,
the curiosity sated,
the glorious future arrived
men were like children
the lady wore trousers.

Message edited by author 2018-04-06 04:35:36.

Go
by hsteg

Comment:
Go, a love poem.

"You don't smile when you see me any more,"
she said laughing, that turned to a cough.
And he nodded, with tears welling up.

"You don't kiss me anymore when we meet,"
she repeated this phrase...
He looked out the window.

"You don't stay with me as long as you used to,"
she sputtered, and her tone got serious.
he thought of excuses and then cried, "I'm here now!"

"You need to leave- the sun is shining, and the day is new,"
She said these words clearly and with empathy.
He shook his head in a futile protest.

"Go," she said.
And with that, he stood up, and left the cemetery,
the grieving was over, the memories remained.

Trees by Joyce Kilmer
by daevans

Comment:
Not sure I can beat that poem.

shadows
by tvsometime

Comment:
shadows, a poem.

Suburbia awakes in a fury
Cock-eyed and head strong,
and smug in its superiority,
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be.

The lines intersect
unaware of mortgages
and divorces, and seedy trysts
in late model sedans and love
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be.

And all the while,
the day in and day out
the sturm und drang
plays it self out
cleaner than it should be,
dirtier than it wants to be,
in the shadows.

Colorful Conversations
by PennyStreet

Comment:
We talked and talked
and nothing came of it
a change of money
a changing hand of pills
the deal went down,
right outside a Duane Read,
and we laughed at the honesty.

A jester's wit,
a soul coffin,
a fat passenger in a dirty van,
stares the face of
America in the eye,
and sticks a needle in
deeper and deeper.

Message edited by author 2018-04-06 04:49:18.

Phenomenal Woman - Maya Angelou
by jerowe

Comment:
I am not sure you under stand the challenge- but nice shot.